wrestling

and the chickens were screaming.
black dog at my heels.
and the bluejays were coughing up in the trees.

first day of buck season

I hear you moving in the hallway.
I hear you sharpening your claws.
I hear you polishing your teeth, sometimes.
but I don't mind.

sterling run

it's heaven up here,
but it's heaven down there!
and you're gonna leave me.
now I don't care.

graveyard shift

you can bring out all your weapons,
you can't make me go to war.

lisa

you can stand up or you can run
you and i both know what you've done

collector's edition

I'm leaving town for a few days and I really can't bring myself to leave John McCain as the top post until I get back. So here is some previously unreleased b-side type shit.





and you can run, and run some more
from here all the way to singapore
but i will carry you home in my teeth

McCain

and in situations like these, it's sometimes useful to
think of life as one long continuous evening
that never turns into night.
hey hey!

fashion

i had a special feeling in my mind
i had a certain glint in my eye
on the morning trouble came by

Gianna Jessen

When Gianna's mom was 7 1/2 months pregnant with her she had an abortion. In the 70s they would do this procedure where they put saline solution up a woman's uterus and 24 hours or so later they would give birth to a dead baby. Well, Gianna didn't die. Holy fucking shit right? So she was still supposed to die but kept surviving and was eventually adopted.

My only question is, why would you ever tell someone that their mom tried to have them aborted? How did she ever find that out? Who thought it'd be a good idea for her to know that?


She sings too.




and the coronet blows
where the oleander grows
and us two
not the same people that our old friends knew

the boy with no face

everything I love I will devour
and bury the bones down in the snow
put me in a beat up el camino
just let me go

new police commissioner

my love is like a powder keg
in the corner of an empty warehouse
somewhere just outside of town
about to burn down

shadows and fog

i can feel it in the rotten air tonight
in the tips of my fingers
in the skin on my face

birds pride

the evening wind will shake the blinds
you're stirring from your slumber
we've got something hateful on our minds

mayonnaise

like a trashcan fire in a prison cell
like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell

leaves at Neshaminy

the trees were all decked out in their best fall colors
there was a snap in the air
when you eased down the window
and the new york sun brought out the highlights in your hair

the monocle

Today I invented something.





ah, the blood
all of that blood
all of that warm blood
flowing freely from you

interception

the cabbages that I will grow
the love songs on the radio
will deepen in the springtime
they'll be brighter than the stars

ups and downs

stopped at the gas station payphone
I let my fingers fly
the wicked impulses were dying
but I couldn't let them die

like running into an ex

and i am far from where we live
and i have not learned how to forgive

goddamn cowboys

change and decay in all around I see
o thou who changest not, abide with me

around the block

made some minor modifications to my d70.






cold clean water nearby, glimmered in your eyes
and your pistol glistened.

rte. 1

we show great loyalty
to the hard times we've been through